The Intrusion of Jimmy by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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some surprise to find that the much-enduring thoroughfare extended
as far as this. It had never occurred to him before to ascertain what Broadway did with itself beyond Times Square. It was darker now that they had moved from the center of things, but it was still far too light for Jimmy's tastes. He was content, however, to leave matters entirely to his companion. Spike probably had his methods for evading publicity on these occasions. Spike plodded on. Block after block he passed, until finally the houses began to be more scattered. At last, he halted before a fair-sized detached house. "Dis is de place," he said. "A friend of mine tells me of it. I didn't know he was me friend, dough, before he puts me wise about dis joint. I t'ought he'd got it in fer me 'cos of last week when I scrapped wit' him about somet'in'. I t'ought after that he was layin' fer me, but de next time he seen me he put me wise to dis place." "Coals of fire," said Jimmy. "He was of a forgiving disposition." A single rain-drop descended on the nape of his neck. In another moment, a smart shower had begun. "This matter has passed out of our hands," said Jimmy. "We must break in, if only to get shelter. Get busy, my lad." There was a handy window only a few feet from the ground. Spike pulled from his pocket a small bottle. |
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